She can pick a pony she can shake and bake a chicken leg She's, like, smoking and sitting on a powder keg So I'm out standing in the fog Calling for her cat while I'm walking her dog Peel her bark, feel her bite She my baby, she all right We were gonna do it and I knew it and she knew it too I know what I'm doing and I know the one to do it to Here she comes now ain't she cute All dressed up like a prostitute Look at her, look at me She all right, she my baby Everybody thinking she's too good for me People looking uder her hood for me It's all right I got it we're all set And if there's a disagreement among the participants We don't care as long as I can handle her instruments Got an invitation to jump over her net I'm gonna make a statement and she's gonna take it down Then she's gonna ride her bike and pedal it all over town Most extreme I've ever seen Wide open space if you know what I mean Tight comes loose, loose gets tight She my baby, she all right